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Dear Auntie Helga, I came across your web sight and did read about some of the petticoat stories. I was born in 1951 my father was in the Navy and gone most of the time. I was raised by my mother for the most part. She is from the old country of Hungary, very set in her ways and a good mother. There was a time when I was about the age of 12 when the people we knew down the block went on summer vacation. They were good friends of ours, and I knew there daughter Linda that was two years older than me. They had asked if I could come over twice a day and feed there fish for them. They had a big fish tank made into the living room wall with about 15 tropical fish. Mom was okay with that and a key was given to her. The first few times I went down the block and fed the fish like I was to do, and then locked the door and left. But later when I went I did snoop around the house. I went into Linda's bedroom, looked in her closets and dresser. I picked up some of her underwear and put it back thinking how girly it was. I then went into another drawer and found her bras and slips. I had to laugh a little for some reason. I put everything back, fed the fish and left. The next day I went down the block again to fed the fish. Seems I could not help it but I went back to Linda's room. I went to her closet and looked through her dresses and skirts. I found a little summer like dress that was very light and colorful with thin straps. I don't know what came over me but I just had to try it on, just to see how something like this would feel. I took off my t-shirt, and pulled the dress over my head. Looking in her mirror I had to laugh at how silly I looked. I then pulled it back off, and was going to put it back. But I wanted to play a little longer. So I went to the drawer where her bras were. Held one up to my bare chest. It was white with little pink bows in the middle and lace around the top. I just had to try it on. I got it on by turning it around to hook the 3 catches, then pulling it back around to get my arms in. It felt very funny wearing it. I then just had to go farther, so I went into the other drawer where her panties were. I picked out a little pair that seem to match the bra I had on. White with pink lace at the top band, and lace around the legs. I took off my pants and underwear and pulled up her panties. I was laughing all the way. Now I went and got the colorful sun dress. Pulled it back over my head. It had a zipper up the back, and after a few tries I got it all the way up. I was thinking how do girls wear this kind of stuff. My bare legs with the dress above my knees, bare shoulders with just thin straps. This felt really silly and I was still laughing at myself. I looked in the bottom of her closet and found her shoes. She had a lot of them. I found a pair of red high heels with ankle straps. I put those on and was able to get the tiny buckle done. Now this was fun. I went downstairs in this outfit. I fed the fish and just kind of played Linda though the house. I did not notice how long I was spending doing all this. I was in the kitchen walking on the hard floor as the shoes made a clicking noise as I tried to walk in them. I did not hear the front door open, and as I came back into the living room there stood my mother. Her mouth fell open, then she looked mad. Real mad. I did not know what to say as I was caught off guard. She said in a loud voice what the hell are you doing! My face must have turned red as I felt a hot rush run through me. I said I was just playing around that's all. She then said why was I dresses like that, and why are you going through other peoples things? I could not think of any good answer, I said that I just wanted to see how it feels in a dress. I then tried to run past her to go back upstairs, but the shoes I was wearing made running impossible. She grabbed me by the back of the dress and got the back of the bra too. This stopped me right there. My mother yelled again saying you have on Linda's underwear? She then said just you wait. I will fix you. You want to wear girls clothes. See how they feel! Come with me! She took me by the arm and pulled me to the front door. I was now crying and saying I am sorry mom, I won't do it again. She then said she came to get me, as I was gone a long time. We are going to the food store and I am going just like I am. By this time I was on the floor crying like a baby and screaming NO. She pulled me back up and out the door we went. Mom had a two wheel cart that folds up with a handle to go to the store as it was just a few blocks away. She told me to pull it along for her. By this time she had locked the door, and I had to do what she said. We walked the 5 blocks to the store. I has trying to hide my face. She took out some tissue and wiped my tears, told me to blow my nose. While in the store she took her time. Up and down every lane. I thought I was going to die. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but those shoes were noisy and I tried to walk without making a fool of myself. She finally got what all she needed. Then had to stand in line to check out. Seems it took hours. Some people were looking at me. I just tried my best to not look back. We now walked all the way home, mom took her time again as I pulled the basket for her. When we got home I asked if I can go down the block and get my pants. She said no. I can just spend the rest of the day like I am. When it is time to feed the fish later tonight. Come back a boy. It was now about 10 AM. The fish get fed after dinner. That is around 6 PM. Mom made me help her with dinner. Wash the dishes. All the time I was so embarrassed. At 6 PM I went down the block as quick as I could. My feet hurt, silly bra was cutting into me. When I got to the door, I had forgot the key was in my pants upstairs. Mom had the other keys. So back up the block I went, only to run into two of my friends on there bikes. They came to a skidding stop. Both of them knew me right away. Now laughing at me and pointing. Again I tried to run, but I just fell down after a few stumbling steps. I could hear look! He's wearing girls underwear. I just sat there and could not hold back the tears. They kept laughing and calling me names. I got up and told them to stop it. They followed me all the way home. I went inside and peeked out the window. I would hope they leave so I can go back. Mom was saying it serves you right. After about 15 minutes I saw them ride off. I went back outside with the key, looked all around before I went down the block. I made it to the door, went upstairs and got dresses in my own clothes. Put back everything I took, fed the fish and went home. That was the last and only time I went through something like this. But I can say, that a boy in girl's clothes is a punishment I will Never forget the rest of my life. Warren Thank you for your letter Warren. We appreciate how you feel about wearing our clothes, but remember it was you that initiated this treatment by your surreptitious experimentation. Auntie Helga |